Текст песни: L.G. Wise. Me Vs Industry. Burn Baby Burn.

[Verse One]
I ain't afraid to say, like you ain't afraid to hate
Wanna tell you face to face
Better turn or you won't see heaven's gate
Wanna go to war with the mormons
Wanna take a bath with the catholics
Gonna find yoself in a burning hell, where them demons laughing
And they got you and they hit you on the slow-mo
They got you suckaz in a cell screaming oh no
And so I write with my pen, hope you repent for your sin
Can't take your pills and bottle of gin
In case you can't get in
Don't wanna see you burn, want to see you turn baby
And if you don't you'll be screaming like a little lady
Now do you hear me Shady, cuz it ain't all gravy
And one day wishing, and you screaming Jesus Christ save me

[Chorus]
Burn baby burn
That's right we said it
If you don't turn
You better not forget it
Burn baby burn
You wanna play with God
If you don't turn
You suckaz think you hard
Burn baby burn
You know it's holy war
If you don't turn
My Father's gonna settle the score
Burn baby burn
na na now what na na now what
Check it out

[Verse Two]
I'm teachin cats, how to live with wife and the kids
Not doing time on the bids, cuz son I know how it is
I spent my time in Riker's Island too
Never seen a smiling crew, they wanna slither you
You know how Riker's Island do, Dudes get in they face
Slithered and living with scars
The only dreams that they livin, is dreamin life without bars
And son they gotta wake up, and then they eat to keep they weight up
The stress got 'em losing their mind, about to break up
You rappers ain't feeling me, say no room for me in the industry
But it's clear to see, what the indy is missing is me
You rappers got the same flow, talk about the same (moan)
About your little dough, we know how the story go
I know just what I'm doing, and who I'm doing it for
I spit it real for my kids, just like I spit it for yours
And for the ones feelin like blowin a hole in they head
Feelin like they better off dead, ever since you got your deal
Ever since you made your mil, your gift was meant to heal
But still you wanna kill, talk about your purple pills
Rolling thru your purple hills, I ain't gonna front
Cuz you phonies can't keep it real, you wanna holla back
Then get at me dog, finally somebody got the gall
To spit it to y'all
Lets ride out

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
The ghetto ain't fabulous, and yet you tellin us
How you came straight from the gutter, and how we gotta bust
I've saw behind the bars, you know they life is scarred
And how they bout to lose they life, by fightin on the yard
They looking thru the fence, you on the other side
On MTV you makin mils, and still you gonna lie
And you don't even know just what we goin thru
And if you do then you should come and help us make it thru
Now have you ever had a partner to die, to see their momma cry
Kids at their casket, with the tears in they eye
And if you do now tell me how they gonna make it
And when they feel they can't take it
Because they know they can't shake it
You just another big lying talking brother
Don't care about these mothers, or if we kill each other
#1 like Nell, you can be on TRL
But if you don't switch it up You can still go to (vroom)

[Chorus]